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Whenever am with my kids, I could hear people say..."you are lucky to have your four kids " . Am supposed to be proud. But the truth, it's not me, that brought them up. Their grandma moulded them that they became good kids .

Have you thought of what would it be if
you were the same age when you were so active in everything?

You are in a stage where you want to bring back the real you to life. You might have had a tough time till now and coping up with it would have been difficult but there is always a way to get out of it if you are willing.
Focus on the brighter aspects of life, Keep yourself engaged. Meet new people, spend time with friends and family, focus on accomplishing career growth and most importantly give yourself time everyday and talk to yourself, positive talks, The way you talk to yourself can make a huge difference.
This can help you

In my million dreams, I never dreamt to be in this place. I had to be confined in a place where, nothing could quenched my thirst.
Yeah, I was so thirsty that I could not be relieved with any beverage. All I needed was alcoholic drinks.
I was a hard drinkers for two years, anytime of the day, I got drunk looked for a fight.
I could still remember at about 8:00 am of July 12, 2005, I was lying on our couch with my youngest son, when my cellphone was beeping , messages notification. I did not mind as I was sleepy from a night work, and thought it was not that important, otherwise it was a call. Then it rang, I picked it. It was a police calling on the other line, telling me my husband got accident and they brought him to a nearest hospital. When he mentioned the hospital, thought my husband was not that serious as it is, a small hospital with no facilities, good only for first aid. But hurriedly i went. I dropped by at my office to take some medicines with the thought my husband would need it, and my sister was so hysterical , as she also received a phone call from the police station. I supposed drove a van but she said it would be safe to have a PUV as I had no sleep yet. While we were riding in a bus I was praying the Lord's Prayer. And the phrase, THY KINGDOM COME THY WILL BE DONE was so emphasizing. When we reached the said hospital, there were lots of people there, including my husband's relatives and our friends. I saw a man sitting near the entrance of the hospital, he was with my husband riding in that motorcycle. I asked what happened. He just stared at me. One of our closest friend, told me.."Gie be strong, look at the sky and ask Him for strenght." I replied , what are you talking about?, I don't like your joke"". I went directed to the Emergency Room, with the thought my husband would still be there. But a nurse stopped me. I was almost mad, when the doctor came out,, and told me, "Mrs. be strong, I am sorry, but he is gone". I felt I was so writhe . The place of accident was deserted and none came to help. The driver who side swiped run, did not helped them.
It was the hardest time of my life. Thought it was the end of the world for me. How unfair the world was. The next month was supposed he scheduled to return to work as a sailor and supposed it was his last contract , and will no longer work overseas, as we talked that things was quite difficult for me managing a 3 chained business, so we supposed concentrate on our business and be together, and thought of having time for each other.
Since then, I turned to alcohol, which I never tasted since I was small. I wanted to feel strong with alcohol. I let my husband's remain in our house for 3 months, which most people, thought, I was out of my mind. But the fact that, I could not accept that he is gone. He might caused a lot of stressed in me as a good looking man attractive to women, a chain smoker, and hanged out with neighbors with drinking sessions. But he was responsible husband , never forgot to tell me am beautiful, never forgot to have that compliment everyday....he cooked for me whenever he's home and the love he had for me as his wife and his children and a lot more...
Since then, i became, a person that would easily bite. I decided to be away for a while, took a break. I left my business with my sister, as I was worst, I could not understand the mistakes of my employees.
I went away, got associated with people, enjoyed what they did . Like gambling and night life....that happened in two years. Just to realized I got but little cash in bank, my cheque started to bounced back. Bottom line...I went stray...totally lost.
My two feet brought me in a BIG Jail ..
The first year, I could not be here. This is a real Jail for me,no alcohol, no beer houses, no gambling , cockfighting...
But turning around, looking at people around me, thought,if they were able to stay..I could do as well. 11 years of being here is an accomplishment .

2 won ...1.8 billion plus..
I never tried to play lotto as I just believe, my luck is from my own sweats..but today, a colleague of mine called a family to play for me..
My Dad and my husband came to my dream last night , which they never appeared since they left. My husband still looked super dooper handsome, huggable,kissable, and my dad as well.
That was weird, but I felt so secured with these two men I loved so much.
My dad was telling me, you have been tested, I have that letter "L" for you.
I felt at peace, secure,and unbelievable feeling of knowing, don't worry about...and..and..and..and.
The right time is coming.
The two of them looked at me, and my dad told me, "you are a strong woman,despite the hardships and sufferings ,you could still smile and tell the world you're OK." I am so proud of you .
Then my husband spoke,with his loving eyes and awesome smile...said "It's time for you to move on"
I was waiting for the "L" all about, just when my alarm clock rang .
I woke up and it was clear as the still water in the ocean.
Wow! Am I going to die today? Did GOD did not grant me that 60 years of life I've been wishing?
"It's time for me to move on?"
I just noticed tears coming out from my eyes. I missed these two men I loved most in my life .
Anyhow , am pondering what L word was all about ..
I shared to my colleague about my dream at work today. Asking what L all about???one said Love..other said LOTTO. So she made the combination of numbers from the b days of these two men, when they died their age etc..and called her family back home to play those numbers for me.
So far 3 numbers came out..40 the age of my husband when he died, 1 his birthday month January, and 45, I did not know how she came out with those numbers.
Anyway , Lotto is not what letter L means ..
I tried to figure out those I get connected with, that the name starts with letter L.
He must be the love of my life???
Any clues about Letter L???kindly drop a comment please..

I've accelerated my home shopping this month.
Last week, I went to see some single story townhouses. 1 and 2 bedroom 4-plex units in a 55+ community. I like the idea that parking is near each unit and some separation between buildings. Easy in and out of the development, but no gate or security guard.

There are some negative aspects... low ceilings, small bedrooms, baths & closets. The place is dreary and depressing to me, inside and out. The buildings are old and some appear that repairs aren't as timely as they should be. Coin operated laundry shared by each 4-plex. We met one guy who has been flipping units there, that could be something viable since I'm in the remodeling business. My daughter has flipped a few units over the years and mentioned she would partner with me on such a venture. For what they offer, the asking prices seemed high. Yes... negotiate, negotiate, negotiate.

I learned some important shopping tips from shopping with women. Men are different. A guy will buy the first thing that looks good. Women won't see a first choice... everything is a second or third choice. If a woman finds something that meets ALL of her search criteria, she will continue to shop for something better!

This week, I've been getting links from an agent featured in a different place. 3 and 4 story condos in a gated community. The development is easily ten times larger than the place with townhouses. Priced better, the 2 bedroom units are in the same price range as the 1 bedroom townhouses and the HOA is also less. There are more restrictions in the condos, including no pets (good) coin laundry shared by many. Some buildings must be primary residences... renters are not allowed. Personally, I think that would make the units hold their value.

Getting in and out of gated communities has it's delays. All the listings talk about the amenities. Pool, spa, exercise room, golf, theater... all the things I have no interest in. I'm really not looking forward to condo life. Stairs, assigned parking 50 yards away, laundry at the end of the wing.

The community is predominately Jewish. I worry we would be considered as outsiders. My wife has no religion and I worship internet. I mentioned to a friend about acceptance there and he said "Put that out of your mind." I'm also concerned if the community would be prejudice toward my Chinese wife. Again, he said "No worries mate, she's friendly and outgoing, they'd be drawn to her in an instant."

We are meeting the agent to look at some units tomorrow. Hopefully, everything goes well and we'll see something we like.

Many times I've written about how my body like to wake up oh it can be anywhere after midnight and it doesn't matter if I fall asleep early or late. The sleeping hours were more of a challenge when I used to have to drive to an office but being semi retired not so much.

Although I'm getting quite used to this new life style I don't often blog about the many things that just pickle me tink first thing in the morning while the rest of the world on this side of the planet snores but trust me, sometimes I feel so damn happy over something little I just want to shout it out. Not many people like a morning person so I refrain, my brother especially get annoyed if I wake him when excited. In his mind I'm like one of my tiny dogs all excited running around stuck in third gear all dressup with no where to go.

So this morning's trigger was on FB. One of my co-worker who I only got to work a few months with stole my heart with his story of adopting two siblings from our state, Florida's child welfare division. He started the process long before I met him. His wife works with disabled children and for whatever reason they wanted to adopt and were most likely going to adopt a child with challenges. When we worked side by side I knew he put in for a kid or two but for whatever reasons the adoptions did not go through.

Finally (after I moved away from the job) two small siblings became available with a horrible past from a drug infested Mom's life style. After the trial runs he got that little boy and girl. The state put him through hell to qualify but he has to pay nothing for this adoption nor will he have to pay their medical and the kids get a state college free education if they want, those are HUGE perks.

Back to my happy trigger this morning. It's dark, I've done my chores, got a cup of Fall's pumpkin spice coffee and looked at Facebook. Came across Josh's pictures which I hadn't seen in forever and went to his page to see tons of pictures of two children that came to him shy, afraiid with faces of no expression to sooo many faces of giant Chesshire Grins in either family outings, fishing, picnics and so much more along with a thankful tribute from the Mom about how happy their lives have changed. I swear the little boy is starting to look like his adopted father. The father's grin is so big that is all you see when you look at his face, one big grin.,

It just made me so happy I had to come blog it out of my system before I do my pole dance.

Childhood memories is the best memories I always loved to reminisce .
At age 5, I had to to woke up like 4am as that's the time where my father used to got up, to fed our carabaos, I had to run after my father, jumped up over one of his carabaos.
He used to tell stories like the monkey and the turtle and the like stories while we pasture those carabaos. Then we had to bring them to the river to bathe them. I used to swam with that river with those carabaos..huhhh..and those carabaos pooped. after bathing we had to bring them to the rice farm, to plow the field. It was how I enjoyed my childhood. We had to crossed the river when going to school, even there was flood . That made me a good swimmer. At school, I excelled having my mother involved in a politics, a leader in our community. Her influenced helped a lot so for me to had that edged to my classmates ..so I always lead the class til I graduated in high school. Well I could not hide the fact that, people around us considered me as the most stubhorn of all my parents children. What I wanted, I will surely get, with all means. But my being stubhorn, is with sense of direction. My parents as farmer and a plain housewife, that's the only means of living. But the 8 children, in the family, we were able to finished college and became professionals, which is why I always proud of my parents. Just recently my mom received as the most outstanding parents, and a good leader in the community, she is at age age 81 now.
Going back to my passion, I enjoyed in the farm than at the house. So I never learned how to cook, even when I settled down, my husband is a good cook anyway. Lol.But, the farm thing, that's my expertise, my parents believed I have that green thumb. I dreamt to be one of the best agriculturists , just that, I was not meant to be. My elder sister enrolled me in Commerce as she did not want me to live in the farm in my entire life. I never like the Course, so I did not studied seriously , and just finished one semester and decided to stopped than spending money that my parents worked so hard. My uncle offered, to send me to school provided I will take up BS Pharmacy. Raised in a poor family, I thought it was a great opportunity. So I grabbed it. Which is why I became a pharmacist instead of agriculturists..But I do loved my profession, and enjoy my job too. Well, am a person who enjoy what's on my hand. But in my heart, that passion working in the farm is still within me. Anyhow, I did enjoy with my gardens around me right now, which serves as my alarm clock, as i really had to got up early, to water them.i don't buy vegetable in the market or groceries no more as I want to make sure what am cooking is free from chemicals that could be harmful to health. So far I have many in my garden, cauliflower,brocolli,letucces, bokchoy, and a lot more. I even harvested some brought them to the market and exchange with some like, onions garlic. Bottom line my hobby, is of great helped, for me and my colleagues as well. Lemon grass, huhhh..I have numerous, this grass which is good to help lower the cholesterol when used as tea. Where ever I travelled I used collecting seeds.
My papaya from West Africa, is the sweetest papaya I ever taste.
Looking back from where I came from, I am grateful, that I was brought up in a family where I came from, that moulded me to became a person who I am now. And in my heart I still have that dream to live where I was. A farm house surrounded with beautiful gardens. Imagining it, I already felt..it would be a paradise.
Well, guys I was thinking the best title for this , but, just that, I could not think more than this.

on our 10th year as a married couple..roughly 3 years was the most that were together.
Married life, not just happy and sweet . But there were lots of trials . Both could be attracted to anyone, and would lead to lost of trust between each other. But, either a wife or a husband should fight to keep the love and marriage.
My husband once had an affair as alleged by my elder sister and wanted to proved it. She brought me to a restaurant where she saw my husband with other woman and a couple sharing a table. Well, I wanted to confront face to face, but I had that 2nd thought. Giving him a chance, so as if I did not saw them. My husband disappear so quick, guilty???
When he's gone I talked to the woman as alleged by my elder sister, his other woman. I approached politely and professionally but I was straight forward, no beating around the bush. I asked her, if they have something intimate. But she remained speechless. If there is nothing, I did asked an apology as the proof was not that strong. Anyhow I asked her, if there is...i told her, "just make sure to make him happy more than I did, if not,...I will kill you, for destroying my family".
Well, I got busy with my business, but in as much as I could, I keep my most to have time for both of us. When I went home that day, everything at home was well organized, my husband did everything to catched my attention. I felt so home , so wholesome. He was expecting me to at least say something, but I expressed my appreciation on what he did at home. Then he asked me to say something. About what??my replied to him.
He said, I was torturing him, for being silent.
Well, I just told him, "just don't do it again".

Since then, I saw how dedicated my husband was , in our family.

Is it really worth killing, keeping a man????

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My husband was a man, that I may say, every woman would want. We met during college days. He is my only BF and me as his only GF. We did broke up coulpe of times, as me, as the most dearest daughter in the family, parents wanted the best for me. My mother wanted a man wearing a necktie for me. Which is very opposite to my BF which is a rugged type man. After graduation in college, took the licensure exam and immediately I started to work. Without preparing for a couple's life, me and my BF lived in without marriage as my parents never want me to marry him. I got pregnant and got married two months after I delivered our first baby. We really was like love birds . His job, was sailing and sailing for 9 months and went home for 3 months. Everytime he's home I used to organized his suitcase. We were on our 3rd year, when I found a letter from a woman, the heading...Dearest....at the bottom I love you ". My tears started to drop and profusely flowing. I cried because when I tried to assessed myself, I could be counted as the best wife. All I did was loved him, became stubhorn , fighting for our love.
When he came home and saw me crying, he asked what's wrong. I replied nothing, I just felt like crying...

In myself, if I would asked whose that woman, and he would reply, that he loved her, and she is beautiful than me.. I would lost him. And I loved him that much and could not afford to lose him. He got mad telling me, to shout at him, or anything I would do, just to tell him what was wrong. But I just hugged him. I kept that pain the whole time of our marriage. I told myself, I will never allow no one to take away my husband from me. And yes i kept that promise ...
So I guess, keeping the pain, works to keep the relationship in place...

Admittedly anecdotal, but we boys didn't tear up this week end, but sisters did. Yet, when youngest Sis delivered eulogy, not a tearless eye in the house. Mostly of laughter at Mum's funny nature. Is there a difference between the sexes over tearing up?